This morning, as Husband and Little Brother were preparing to leave, Middle Brother was using me as a horse. So naturally, when it was time to say goodbye, he said, “Goodbye, Horses!” Except, in the way toddlers do, it didn’t come out quite right. Instead, it sounded like, “Goodbye, Whores!” And while I have enough parenting experience to know that the appropriate response to this is none at all, that is not what I did. What I did was dissolve into hysterical laughter. Middle Brother spent the rest of the morning happily saying, “Goodbye, Whores!” over and over, while I giggled nonstop, knowing it was the wrong thing with every repetition. I cannot wait to hear the report from daycare this afternoon.